PHASE SEVEN
"RESTRAIN HIM, NOW!" The orderly barked as Arthur cried out, igniting the fabric of his blue uniform shocking the nearby orderlies, initiating panic among them, "search his room and find that fucking lighter! PUT HIM OUT!"
"But sir, his room is on fire! It's probably destroyed." another orderly pointed out.
Suddenly another orderly ran towards Arthur and doused him with a bucket of water, killing his fire, Arthur hissed and attempted to run, only to be held back by a group of aggressive orderlies. The head orderly, an Irishman, whom Arthur had grown to hate, leaned down to be at eye-level with the young Brit.
"Where did you get a lighter?" He asked, unamused, grabbing Arthur by the chin.
Arthur snickered, "I am one."
The orderly sighed, "clearly our therapies don't work on your pyromaniac tendencies... head office warned me about you..."
"Sir... the firefighters managed to put out the flames in the patients room, this is the fifth incident this month!" A female attendant hissed, before showing him a clipboard, "we can afford him burning the hospital down! We need to do something about him!"
The orderly placed his hand on the attendants shoulder and whispered something to her, whilst keeping his eyes on Arthur. She muttered something angrily, before marching away.
The orderly looked at the men who held Arthur still. "If nothing will work then I guess we'll have to try more non-conventional methods of extinguishing," the orderly chuckled at his little pun, while Arthur felt his heart sink with anxiety. "Put him in a chair, and prep him for a shock."
"Wait!" Arthur cried as he was literally pulled off of his feet and carried down the hallway, "You can't!" He pointed out, whilst kicking and screaming like a child in a tantrum, "It's ILLEGAL! You can't!"
Francis followed in horror, holding his hand over his mouth to prevent himself from interrupting the memory; he kept well away from the screaming Brit, until he slipped into the room that he was taken into, just in time to watch him being strapped into a gurney by the wrists and ankles, before finally being strapped in by the waist.
"I swear to god I WILL BURN THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND! I WILL BURN IT!"
Arthur tried to ignite his arms; however he could barely manifest a flicker along with wet skin, he swore loudly and cursed at anything and anyone.
Finally, the Irish orderly entered the room, pushing a dusty machine on a tray along with him, the machine was old fashioned and browned by the dirt, appearing as though it hadn't been used in years.
The orderly glanced at every man in the room, "this doesn't leave this room…"
"Sir, will this really work with him?"
"Of course not! It's fucking illegal you MONSTERS!" Arthur spat, fighting his restraints, however he remained ignored.
Francis noted the unsure glances of the other attendants; however, he understood why they could not fight it, and why they so heavily avoided looking at Arthur in the eyes.
The orderly wheeled the machine to Arthur's end of the bed, as the Brits head was forced down.
"FUCK OFF!" Arthur hissed as the orderly prepared to shove a chunky mouthpiece into Arthur's mouth, before ignoring Arthur's protests and forcing it in, silencing the loud Brit. Arthur closed his eyes tightly and whimpered, almost shaking in fear. Silence befell the room as the attendants pressed Arthur's arms and legs into the mattress of the gurney, whilst the Irishman hovered his face over Arthur.
"Let's hope that this'll fix you… Hm?" he murmured, before using his fingers to brush Arthur's hair off of his wet forehead, before shabbily drying it with his sleeve.
He stood up, before grabbing the pincers of the machine, mockingly inspecting it; fully aware of Arthur's fear. He finally placed the two ends of the headgear on the Arthur's temples, Arthur closed his eyes tightly as he listened the humming of the machine and the flicking of the switches.
Francis watched in horror as the machine hummed violently, before finally delivering the electric shock, making Arthur seizure violently.
The attendants struggled to hold the young brit down against the mattress as he shook violently, leaving the bed shaking in rhythm with Arthur's convulsions.
Arthur violently shook for another minute; however, Francis could only sense that it was getting worse, as Arthur began to lose more control… He could feel Arthur holding onto the mattress tightly, until suddenly: Arthur's arms erupted into flames, quickly catching the entire bed on fire, surrounding Arthur in powerful flames.
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Arthur screamed, smacking the Frenchman so hard, he felt a burn on his hand; returning the Frenchman to the real world.
"Sorry!" Francis squealed as Arthur hunched lunged over his lap and sighed deeply, recovering from Francis' intrusion. "Did I go in too far?"
"Did you get the answers you needed?" Arthur hissed as he rose from his seat and began to leave. "I thought you were looking at memories that relate to how I got here!"
"I can only see what you'll let me, and that is what you allowed me to see! I shouldn't go any further, not until you're ready to let me in…" Francis mumbled, rubbing his burning cheek and glaring at the Brit. "Let's hope the others can offer more answers."